Far Out!

A Night on the Town

Author's Note

This spicy Scarlet & Herb Overkill vignette was inspired by an image Didney-worl-no-uta commissioned from the talented Bonkalore (http://didney-worl-no-uta.tumblr.com/post/137741260193/these-two-beautiful-commissions-were-done), specifically the one of Herb giving Scarlet a piggyback ride. It's gorgeous—go feast your eyes before continuing.

Anyway, I was so struck by the scene's sexy, playful tone that I immediately began spinning story ideas to go with the image. Seems to me that the Overkills are drunk out of their minds and probably enjoying a night out on the town. Therefore, think of this vignette as a fanfic spin-off of Didney-worl-no-uta's fanfic ideas!

Content alert: Overkills erotica, some coarse language, alcohol references, illegal activities, and lots of naughty fun!

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The raucous sounds of music and laughter faded as Scarlet and Herb spilled out the door of the Bloated Toad and into the London night. Fog blanketed the street and probably the entire city by now. Bright yellow street lamps barely pierced the gloom. Lumpy shadows moved along the opposite side of the street. They might have been people, or they might have been tricks of Scarlet's decidedly altered state of mind.

She slumped against her husband as the door slammed shut behind them, muffling the noise within. "Oh, Herb, I'm so sloshed right now!"

He slipped his arm around her waist and chuckled. "You are, without a doubt, completely arseholed."

Scarlet giggled into her black-gloved hand. "Yeah, that too!"

They'd gone out for a romantic stroll around eight p.m. and by nine the stroll became a pub crawl. At their fourth stop, the Bloated Toad, they'd run into Fabrice and his gang as well as a dance party in full swing.

Scarlet had imbibed copious amounts of beer in between bouts of dancing with her husband of several months. So had Herb, but one could never tell just by looking at him. The same heavy-lidded gaze adorned his face whether he was drunk or sober.

Herb nuzzled the top of her head. "Wanna head home?"

"I think that's a groovy idea." She took a step forward and stumbled as her left heel struck a cobblestone. "Oh!"

Scarlet reached out a hand to steady herself, but found only air. The world before her swayed. Only Herb's firm grip upon her waist kept her from crashing to the ground.

"Need a lift?" he asked. "Hard to say when we'll be able to flag down a cab at this late hour."

Scarlet grabbed the lapels of his pinstriped jacket and turned her face up towards his. "You offering to carry me? Baby, that's so sweet." She pulled him down closer. With her coordination seriously compromised, it took her a few seconds to properly fit her mouth to his, but she soon had her lips locked against his in a wild kiss.

"Get a room!" snapped a gruff male passerby.

Scarlet abruptly broke off and glared at the man's back as he continued down the footpath. She cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled after him. "Get your own damn room so you can go fuck yourself!"

Herb guffawed. "You tell 'em, babe."

"What a jerk," she said, her voice slurring. "No appreciation for true love."

"You got that right." Herb squatted, his long, bent legs making him look like the world's skinniest frog. "C'mere."

Scarlet shot him a puzzled look. "'C'mere,' what? Did you find some money?" Thanks to a lucrative string of heists, she and Herb were filthy rich by now, but a few more pounds never hurt. Scarlet wasn't sure she'd ever shake the effects of her impoverished childhood.